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Updated: June 22, 2025
It was here, then, amid all this mystical and heavenly beauty, that first S. Antonino and later Savonarola sought to oppose the "new religion of love and beauty" which had already filled Florence with a new joy. At first, certainly, that new joy seemed not unfriendly to the mysterious and heavenly beauty of the Christian ideal.
According to Butler, from the cradle "Antonino" or "Little Antony," as the Florentines affectionately called him, had "no inclination but to piety," and was an enemy even as an infant "both to sloth and to the amusements of children". As a schoolboy his only pleasure was to read the lives of the saints, converse with pious persons or to pray.
All had a novel aspect, but the chief inventor was familiar with the arrangement. "By the cavity in it I have reduced the weight of three to two," went on Antonino.
Now she turned to go into the house. As she did so she said: "Ecco, Antonino from the post-office!" "Where?" asked Hermione. Lucrezia pointed to a little figure that was moving quickly along the mountain-path towards the cottage. "There, signora. But why should he come? It is not the hour for the post yet." "No. Perhaps it is a telegram. Yes, it must be a telegram."
Altogether they contrasted oddly with Don Antonino, the old boatswain. This part of Calabria does not breed genuine sea folk. Antonino took no notice of the boys as they stood outside the door, but went quietly on with his work, measuring quart after quart of wine and pouring it into the barrel. "If it were a keg, I could carry it for him," said Ruggiero, "but I cannot lift a barrel yet."
To read his books, then, is to realise that Antonino is summing up the whole experience of his generation. Indeed he was particularly well placed for one who wished for information. Florence, then at the height of its renown under the brilliant despotism of Cosimo dei Medici, was the scene where the great events of the life of Antonino took place.
"He will remember us. Come along it is far to Scalea." "To Scalea? Are we going to Scalea?" "Eh! If not, where? And where else can we eat? Don Antonino will give us a piece of bread." "There are figs here," suggested Sebastiano, looking up into the trees around them. "It has not rained yet, and if you eat figs from the tree before it has rained you will have pain.
One evening, she arrived late. She was exasperated: Antonino had imbibed his master's imperturbability and seemed to meet her advances with rebuking chilliness.
Who knows? I should, I am sure. Is he dead? I did not know. Come along! If Don Antonino is not away we shall get some bread." So they trudged on through the sand.
To weave nets, to fish in the bay, to sell their fish at the wharves, to eat unexciting vegetables and fish, to drink moderately, to go to the chapel of St. Antonino on Sunday, not to work on fast and feast days, nor more than compelled to any day, this is life at the marinas. Their world is what they can see, and Naples is distant and almost foreign.
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